From the top to the bottom

Bottom to top I stop

At the core I've forgotten

In the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety

The picture is there

The memory won't escape me

But why should I care



There's a place so dark you can't see the end

[Skies cock back] and shock that which can't defend

The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question

Forcefully, the power of suggestion

Then with the eyes tightly shut / looking through the rust and rot

And dust / a spot of light floods the floor

And pours over the rusted world of pretend

The eyes ease open and it's dark again



In the memory you'll find me

Eyes burning up

The darkness holding me tightly

Until the sun rises up



Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs

Pollution manifested in perpetual sound

The wheels go 'round and the sunset creeps past the

Street lamps, chain-link and concrete

A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats

On down the street till the wind is gone

The memory now is like the picture was then

When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again



Now you got me caught in the act

You bring the thought back

I'm telling you that

I see it right through you